Barbie Btch (Rejects Paradise #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,35
hanging over the back of the couch to keep us warm. It was the most perfect night … that is until the sun had to rise and ruin it.
It’s way too early to be waking up, especially considering that we only fell asleep at four.
I peel Colton’s arm off me and somehow detach his hand from my left tit. How is it that guys always manage to find their hands on a set of tits? Even in their sleep.
I slide across the couch, being careful not to wake him and adjust the throw blanket over him to keep him warm. He works so damn hard. He deserves to sleep in. Most days he’s up at the crack of dawn getting a good workout in before spending the next ten hours locked in an office signing a shitload of paperwork and somehow making sense of it. Charles really was an ass, especially to his kids but I can’t deny that he taught them well. The way Colton has been able to effortlessly slip straight into his role and not skip a beat is the most impressive thing that I’ve ever witnessed.
Leaving him to sleep, I push up from the couch and cringe at the deep ache within me. I guess that’s what happens when you spend hours being well and truly fucked by a man like Colton Carrington. My pussy is fucking raw and I love it.
I creep across the living room and up the two steps into his massive kitchen, taking each step carefully and adjusting to the pain within. I’ve never been so glad for the weekend. If I was heading to school today and had to spend hours sitting on the stiff chairs, I’d be in trouble, but as it is, I have the whole day to recover. Unless Colton gets his hands on me again and I have a feeling that could be a very strong possibility. In fact, I’m willing to make bets on it.
I get busy making breakfast and coffee and by the time I have everything I need, I take it all back down to the couch and sit by Colton’s head as he rests peacefully. I put his breakfast and coffee down on the table, knowing he’s bound to be hungry when he wakes. After all, he used a lot of energy yesterday.
Getting comfortable beside him, I cut off a piece of my pancake, making sure to get a bit of cream and a strawberry on my fork before delivering to my mouth with a groan. I’ve never claimed to be a good cook, but damn, I’m the fucking queen of pancakes.
Grabbing the remote, I turn on the TV and after flicking through and deciding there’s nothing holding my interest, I settle on the morning news. I watch a story on some guy who was held at gunpoint during a daylight robbery of his gas station in the town across from Breakers Flats followed immediately by a story of some big-time developer who is attempting to tear down the old mall and replace it with a new fancy one, complete with designer stores that the residents of that town won’t be able to afford to shop in.
I find myself rolling my eyes and zone out, focusing on my pancakes and knowing damn well that if Colton doesn't wake up soon, I’m going to end up eating his as well. Hell, I’m just about finished with my coffee and was eyeing his plate the whole way through that last news story.
After finishing off my plate and waiting a whole five long, impatient minutes, I reach forward and slip my plate onto the coffee table before switching it out for his. I'll make him a new batch when he wakes. I can’t have him eating cold pancakes. He’s Colton Fucking Carrington, he deserves the best. You know what, I’ll go ahead and make him another coffee too.
I get halfway through his breakfast when an arm shoots out and grabs hold of my ankle. Colton starts dragging me down the couch and I laugh as the stack of pancakes topples from my lap. “What are you doing?” I screech as he pulls me towards him.
“Breakfast,” he grumbles, his eyes blazing with need.
He doesn’t stop pulling me until his head is right between my legs and without warning his other hand shoots out and he throws me down until my back is crashing against the soft cushions of the couch.